NaClO (By invitation, otherwise CLOSED)

[Armphid]

"Ah, Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou," Isamu's greeting was friendly but wary. He crossed his arms over his chest, muscles rippling and moving beneath the body hugging costume he wore. "I'm surprised to see you at the party, but I'm sure Kuragari-chan will be glad to see you."

"I am not here for her." The quiet voiced beauty was wearing a costume as well; a figure hugging, tight, tight dress that was full length, with a ragged hem at her feet and long sleeves that grew wider after her elbows. It had a high neckline but was so tightly fitted that it accented her pleasing curves to the height of modest indecency. Her hair was out of it's customary tail and had been styled and heavily gelled to stick out from her head at a forty-five degree angle, white stripes running up either side of it. Cosmetic scars were on her neck as were a pair of long bolts on either side of it. "I am here for you."

"Uh," he managed. "What do you mean by that, Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou?" Given her father, and her own reputation, he was willing to bet it wasn't what a man might hope for. Besides, he wasn't going home with anyone but Amaya tonight.

"Your recovery is quite unexpected, having reviewed the report of your injury and its' source," she said simply. Her dark, doll-like eyes surveyed him and moved to his left shoulder and then down, tracing the scar beneath the fabric though it could not be seen. "I am curious as to the techniques used to save your life and heal the injury. I wish to inspect you."

How could a woman that attractive make that sound so creepy? Or was it just what he knew about her captain and father that made it so? "I'm flattered, but there's not much to see there now. You'd be better served talking to Koutetsu-fukutaichou, she's the one who managed it."

"You would be surprised what data a physical examination can produce." She stepped closer to him and then shocked him immensely by reaching up to run her hands over his shoulders and then down his chest. "I am prepared to offer incentives that I am sure you will find appealing."

"Ah, konban wa, Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou, Takeuchi-san." Both young people looked over to see Retsu Unohana smiling at them, "It's a lovely party, isn't it? And such wonderful costumes, I'm having so much fun seeing what everyone wore."

"T-taichou," Isamu acknowledged. How did she keep sneaking up on him? And was she...she couldn't be...but he didn't see anything either way. "I, uh, I'm admiring your costume right now. Very, uh....very."

Unohana's hair was down, flowing about her body and hiding it form view, save for brief tantalizing glimpses of skin. Her arms were bare, however, as were her feet and an almost indecent amount of leg as she moved. She smiled and though her expression was demure, he thought he could see a gleam of wicked delight in her eyes. "Thank you, Takeuchi-san. I got the idea from a Western folk story Sasakibe-fukutaichou related."

"Lady Godiva...but, wait, Unohana-taichou, does that mean you-"

"Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou, I'd be happy to talk to you about the techniques and equipment we used on Takeuchi-san," she said, pleasantly ignoring him with that same sweet smile and that twinkle in her eye. "Why don't you walk with me and we'll discuss it?" She put an arm on the doll-like lieutenant's arm and guided her off.

Isamu blinked a few times and then shook his head. "...She seems so restrained..."

"I know!" Rangiku shook her head, coming up stand beside the stunned young man. "It's a great idea, I wish I'd thought of it."

Isamu considered that for a moment with a goofy expression, then looked over at her. "...Have you thought about when you'll get my money to me?"

"Takeuchi-kun," she said, reprovingly, bending forward a bit, "Do I look like I have that much on me right now?"

"...You love doing that, don't you?"

"Hm? I don't know what you mean," she grinned.

~~~~~~~~~​

"Congratulations, Kuragari-fukutaichou. Your promotion is well deserved." Byakuya Kuchiki's arrival had caused a minor stir; he was one of the last people anyone expected to show up at an event like this! He was even in costume!

The aristocratic captain was wearing a suit of samurai armor, complete with a helmet that bore a wedge-shaped decoration in the front. A short banner was strapped to his back with the mon of Squad 6 on it, and he bore a short sword beside his zanpakuto. Amaya smiled at him and bowed, "Arigatou, Kuchiki-taichou. Your support honors me. And I'm happy you came, Rukia-san."

"O-of course, Amaya-san," Rukia replied after a moment's hesitation. She didn't want to come. It was the fact that Byakuya had wanted her to attend that made her feel she had to come. It wasn't as though she wanted to hurt Amaya's feelings either, it was just...this was all so...and Kaien-dono wasn't even dead three months yet! How could they? "Congratulations." She was wearing a loose robe of bluish white and had decorated her dark hair with something that looked like snow or frost, her fingers given the same treatment.

Amaya looked at her friend for a moment and her heart ached but she still bowed her head, "It means a lot to me, Rukia-san. Arigatou, I know it was an effort to be here."

Byakuya was pointedly looking away. "Excuse me, I must speak with Ukitake a moment." He strode away from the two young women and approached the white haired man from behind, clearing his throat. "Ukitake-taichou, I must again congratulate you on your choice of lieutenant. I know you have not yet chosen a 3rd Seat. I wished to remind you of our deal regarding Rukia."

The white haired man nodded, not turning around. "Of course, of course. But she would do well Seated, Kuchiki-taichou. Especially considering that all seated female members of my Squad will be wearing miniskirts from now on."

Byakuya blinked. Then his eyes narrowed and a hand moved to his sword's hilt. "I do not think that would be wise, Ukitake-taichou."

"Ara!" The man turned around, Kyouraku grinning at his serious peer, "Come on, Kuchiki-kun. Don't you think my Nanao would look wonderful in one?"

Byakuya blinked again, slowly, then turned and spotted Ukitake not far away, wearing Kyouraku's garish kimono, wide hat, and hairpins. Then, without speaking, he turned and walked away towards him.

~~~~~~~~~​

"It's good to see you back on your feet, that's all I'm saying." Ikkaku's face, all his visible skin, was done up with silver face paint, and a metal funnel was on top of his head. He wore what looked like shined bits of metal for the rest of his clothing, and his sword's scabbard was wrapped in tin foil. "I understand if you want to wait to resume your training, though I think it would be a mistake."

"I think he's just upset at the thought of losing a playmate," Yumichika said with a shrug. A somewhat beat up wide brimmed hat was on his head and he was wearing a loose brown shirt with a rope belt and baggy black trousers. Bits of hay stuck out here and there.

"But you'll come back, won't you, Mutt?" Yachiru looked up at Isamu, tugging on his cape. She was wearing a cute gingham dress with a white blouse underneath and was carrying a wicker basket with a stuffed animal dog half sticking out of it. "Ken-chan had so much fun, he was in a good mood for days!" She was criminally adorable with her hair pulled down into pigtails, her huge eyes looking up at him imploringly.

"I'll think about it, Pinky," the American answered her. He was still unhappy about it, actually. The damage that had been done to him was one thing, but losing...damn it. "But I'll need to get stronger first."

"You could do that with Madarame-san," said a man with a thin, pencil mustache. He was wearing a furry suit with a massive cascade of ringleted fur around his head, and a tail hung behind him. "Now that you've fought him once, the Captain probably wouldn't come at you until you've made a clear improvement."

"All the same, I..." Isamu blinked and looked at him. "...Who the hell are you to give me advice anyway?"

"Uh..."

Yachiru suddenly was standing on Isamu's right shoulder, "That's Maki-Maki! He's kind of a wimp for our Squad, but I needed a lion!"

~~~~~~~~~​

"Yes, Kuragari-fukutaichou," Nanao Ise nodded, "I think it is time to start that photo collection project you had in mind; given how well the calendar sold. With the Chairwoman's spending, we need the funds." The lovely and elegant woman was wearing a long skirt that went to the floor and a snug, flattering shirt of Western design, circa 1870 or so, with her usual book in one arm, as well as a ruler, and a pencil rucked behind one ear. Her hair was up as usual, but in a bun rather than just gathered and clipped. "Since you're a senior officer now, perhaps you should le-aahh!"

She jumped up, making Amaya, Rukia and Isane all start, Nanao's hands flying to her backside. She snarled and looked around, spotting Kyouraku's hat across the room. "How dare he?"

"Ise-fukutaichou," Amaya reached out, "wait, it's not what you think!"

But she was already gone, stalking over to her captain and grabbing him by the pink kimono over his shoulders, whirling him around and slapping him across the face, "How dare you, taichou? And in front of all these people! Have you no sense of decency or decorum?"

He had staggered back but then raised his head and she paled, her mouth falling open. The wig Ukitake had been wearing was knocked askew, his white locks falling over his face. He looked startled and his cheek had a bright red handprint on it. "Oh! Oh, Ukitake-taichou, I..." Nanao bowed, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I thought- please forgive me!"

On the other side of the party, white haired 'Captain Ukitake' was creeping out of one of the doors, chuckling. Then a voice called out, "Ukitake-taichou!" Rangiku stepped up to him, her face serious, "You didn't wear a costume to your own...ahahaha!" He froze in mid-step, "What a great costume, Kyouraku-taichou!"

Hisagi blanched, "She heard, taichou! Run! We can't take the time to teach someone else to play bass!"

~~~~~~~~~​

Rukia was outside the party venue on the porch, looking up at the night sky. She sighed, hugging herself, and then bowed her head. "This looks like a job for Superman." She blinked and turned her head to see Isamu approaching her. Her eyes went wide and then darted over the tight suit her wore and then back at the deck.

The half breed grinned at her reaction and went to stand next to her and regarded the stars as well. He didn't speak for perhaps a minute, then he looked down at her. "It's good to see you, Kuchiki-san."

She didn't look back at him. "A-arigatou. I...regret not being able to visit you, but there was so much to do..."

"Yeah." He shrugged, "Don't worry about it; I made it this time." She seemed to wince a bit at that. Isamu paused for a few more moments. "I'm sorry, about what happened with Kaien-san and Miyako-san. I liked them a lot, and I know they were both important to you."

She just sniffed and shook her head, "There's no need to speak of it."

He hesitated a moment and then went on, "Kuchiki-san...you shouldn't blame yourself for what happened, you know. From what I've heard, there wasn't anyone to blame, which is one of the things that hurts so much about it, I bet."

She trembled for a moment, her hands clenching. "What do you know about it? I know who's to blame. I killed him."

He moved to put a hand on hers, "Kuchiki-san, Rukia, you saved him. I know Kaien-san cared for you as much as you did for him, and-"

"Shut up!" She threw his hand off and turned to glare up at him, "What would a gaijin know of the bonds between people? All you do here is try to separate yourself, what would you know about the deep and subtle feelings between those of us who belong?"

His shoulders swelled and his hands balled into fists, his lips drawing back in a snarl. For a moment, she thought he'd strike her but she didn't move or turn away. Instead he just turned around. "Forgive my presumption, Kuchiki-sama. I forgot my place" each word sounded almost chewed or bitten out of the air. He walked away, disappearing back into the noise and light of the party a few moments later.

She watched him go and then turned her eyes back to the stars, her hands clutched to her chest. "...Fool..." She wasn't sure who she was meant, him or her.

 

[HookerBoots]

The party was winding down now, groups of people in costumes that made unlikely groups heading back to their squads together. Renji in his oni costume, having dodged the attentions of half the girls at the party, was now arguing with tiny, pink-haired Yachiru about whether or not he'd give her a piggyback right back to Squad 11. Lady Godiva was leading Snow White and one of her dwarves back to Squad 4's barracks, with Lucille Ball tagging along on her way to Squad 3.

There were, of course, numerous witches, nurses, and ghosts, people that hadn't had time to find a costume, or a good idea that was original. Momo and Kira were had headed off together a while ago, the quiet girl playing her costume to the hilt and following a few paces behind him, eyes downcast. Rangiku had 'entrusted' the lower-ranking Squad 10 members to her captain, who sullenly shepherded them back while she stayed to 'clean up' - which looked remarkably like leaving with Hisagi.

Amaya was standing, surveying the damage they'd done to this courtyard, when Isamu walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Think it's time to go, gorgeous?" he asked.

She looked up at him, smiling a little. "I think so. It's been a great, long day." She looked around and saw that there were fewer than a half-dozen people left. "I'll say my goodbyes, and then you can," she bit her lower lip, "walk me home?" she said, her eyes telling him that was certainly not where she wanted things to end tonight.

He swallowed, his eyes traveling over her. "Of course. It would be my honor, Kuragari-fukutaicho."

~ ~ ~ ~​

The office and attached quarters that were hers now had a strange feeling, when Amaya went into them. She'd been the acting vice-captain for a few weeks, and after all of Kaien-dono's things had been removed and passed on to his family and friends as his will dictated, the place had felt . . . cold and impersonal. She'd done her best as far as moving in things that she liked, trying to make it feel like home. It was hard, however, not to feel a lot of the time like his ghost - and Miyako-dono's - were watching her while she worked.

But they were almost twice the size of her old room, which meant that she had plenty of space to do whatever she wanted. She'd set up her futon in one section, separated from the rest of the room by a carved wooden screen. A small desk sat to the other side, as far from her sleeping area as she could get it. There was a lacquered table that she used for eating and writing personal letters, set now with a delicate-looking tea set that had been a gift from Miyako and Kaien on her promotion to 3rd seat.

"Arigato gozaimasu, Isamu-kun," Amaya breathed, standing in the doorway. "It was very nice of you to walk me home." She stepped aside and gestured for him to enter. "Please, come in." She barely waited for the door to shut behind him before throwing herself into his arms and kissing him fiercely. "God, I missed you so much," she whispered when the kiss broke.

 

[Armphid]

God, just the feel of her in his arms was heavenly. Her kiss made him sure that he was there. Her lips were so soft and so warm, her breath sweet. And it was the first time, the first time they had really held one another, really kissed since Captain Zaraki had nearly killed him.

Her passion for him; still so bright, still so powerful after his defeat and her recent losses made his heart ache even as it awoke his own desire for her, for them.

"I missed you, Amaya-chan. I thought I'd never see you, that this would never happen again." He was very sure that she knew that; that she understood how she felt. But he hadn't said it. There was some importance to that, to admitting it. "When I thought about that, lying there in my own blood, I-"

"Shh." She pressed two fingers to his lips and shook her head. "Tonight isn't about what we could have lost, Isamu. My Isamu. It's about what we have. Celebrating us, our lives, our love." She kissed him again, this one a little sweeter and lighter. Then she gave him an arch look and he felt one of her clever, warm hands rub his manhood through his costume and he sucked in a breath. "And getting this back where it belongs."

Isamu shivered and smiled at her, "God, I love you." He kissed her hard then, his hands cupping her ass as he hauled her to him; her delicious curves pillowing and pressing against him. Her lips parted and his tongue entered her and he moaned, never knowing anything sweeter.

The kiss broke and for a few moments the lovers simple looked at one another. Then Amaya ran her hands over his shoulders and licked her lips, "Off, Isamu-kun. I want to get my hands all over you, but I want to see you first, all of you. Every inch of my man."

His grin was the feral, wild, almost snarl he usually wore in a glorious fight and his golden eyes were bright. "How could I say no to that?" He gave her ass a hard, firm squeeze and then stepped away. She moved back and sat down on her desk, the slit in her dress falling open to expose those magnificent, shapely legs.

Isamu took a breath and knelt first to remove the red boots and the socks he wore with them, wiggling his toes as he removed them. He reached for the hem of the costume's shirt and then paused. Instead he hooked his thumbs into the waist of the tights and the faux-drawers over them and pulled them down. Amaya let out an appreciative little noise that made him shiver as he straightened, a fundoshi heavily straining as his manhood swelled to fullness. He paused again as he took hold of his shirt and then took a deep breath and pulled it off. Her eyes traveled over him; hard, defined muscle before it moved to his newest feature.

The scar was thickest at his shoulder, starting about mid way between his neck and where the arm and shoulder joined; it was a dull reddish-brown, standing out blatantly against his pale skin. The scar was about three inches thick where it started and tapered as it went down the left side of his body, passing just by his left nipple, going down to finally end just a half inch about his navel. It went down slightly further on his back where Kenpachi's blade had diagonaled down.

He could feel her eyes on the scar, tracing where his life had poured from him and for the first time since they had confessed their love those years ago; he felt worry and even shame at being naked in front of her. He raised his right hand unconsciously, moving it to try and cover the mark.

 

[HookerBoots]

As he moved his hand, Amaya shook her head, reaching out to grasp it lightly in her own. "Don't," she breathed. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, my love. I don't think you're less handsome, or that it makes you ugly." She stepped forward, kissing his hand and then his chest, just next to the scar, lightly. "It's just a reminder of how fragile our lives are, how important it is to live to the fullest."

That wasn't what he thought, not at all. It was a reminder of failure, of how he had almost foolishly lost everything he held dear. But . . . her kisses and words felt in earnest. "If you say so, Amaya." He let her guide his hand to her waist, feeling her warmth through the material of her dress. "All I know is that I have never wanted to be with you more," he breathed, pulling that sweetly rounded body against his tightly and kissing her.

She pressed against him, moaning softly at the feeling of him. "Then let's make that happen," she said softly, her hands moving to the silver belt at her waist and unfastening it, tossing it to the side. He let her move back slightly, watching in delight as she unzipped the snug white dress, shrugging out of it. "Oh, Isamu," she breathed, knowing his eyes were on her as most and more of her skin was exposed. She turned coyly, pressing the dress to her chest with her hands. "It's been so long. I hope you still . . . find me attractive," she teased.

He growled. "You know I do," he said, watching her as she slowly lowered the fabric away from her body. When it exposed her breasts, his breath caught. "How could I have ever not?" he whispered, reaching out to touch her bare shoulders gently, hi fingers moving over them and down to the smooth curves of her breasts almost hesitantly. "Such an amazing body, such an amazing girl," he almost moaned, his palms stroking over her breasts, feeling her stiff nipples.

The dress fell to the floor, her nude body exposed to him. "Do you like it?" she asked. "I wore it to the party, just so that I would know I was naked underneath, for you." Her hands went to his shoulders, feeling his skin and touching his scar not-quite shyly. "It doesn't still hurt, does it?" she asked softly, her fingers slipping over the red-brown span of skin. "I . . . I don't want you to hurt."

 

[Armphid]

Touching her body was always a near holy thing but there was something even more so about now. His hands had not moved from those stunning breasts; the most gorgeous, perfect tits in all of Soul Society. So large and yet so high and pert, firm and yet soft, God, he loved all of her and all of her body, but these were his favorite.

His palms pressed into the lush mountains of luscious flesh and he shivered as he felt her nipples rubbing against his hands and her soft, small fingers tracing over the massive scar that ran down his body. It felt strange; mostly good, but also just so different from the way her touch felt on the rest of his body. "It doesn't hurt," he answered her, "not really." Her emerald eyes were concerned and he felt his heart throb at the expression, "There's phantom pain every now and then. But with major injuries, that'll happen for a while afterward. It'll go away in time."

She looked dubious and there was a bit of worry in her eyes and he smiled. Her care for him felt...felt very good. But he didn't want this to be about that, about his wound or her losses tonight.

She let out a gasp and grinned as he suddenly pinched her nipples and then his fingers splayed over her generous jugs, fondling and massaging as much of her bountiful breasts as he could; her assets far more than he could handle in one hand. "During the party, I wondered if you were wearing a bra, but...you were naked under there all that time."

"Mm-hm," she answered, "Just that thin little costume on me, in front of all our friends, all those official people who attended. And it was all for you. Knowing you'd have me here and wanting to have as little between us as I could. So you could have me, easily, quickly."

"God, you know how to make a man feel like a man, Amaya." God damn, but he wanted her. Wanted her right fucking now. Isamu's hands moved to her toned ass to grip and lift her, making her squeal and giggle, her hands looping about his neck and her legs lifting and swinging up on either side of him.

He laid her down on her desk, grinning at his love before he lowered his lips to her neck, her eyes widening and then half-lidding, her full lips forming a smile that was breathy and parted just enough to let a moaning breath out as his hips moved down the curve of her neck, kissing the lines and the veins there, nipping lightly where it joined her left shoulder.

Her hands tangled in his wild auburn hair as his lips pressed reverently to the swell of one of her breasts. "Mmm, Isamu, your mouth feels so nice, please, more?"

He chuckled and didn't answer with words, trailing kisses along the delicious curve until he came to the sweetly rough textured aerola. His tongue slithered out of his mouth and traced the edge of the sensitive area, drawing a coo from her, then curled around her nipple before he took her breast into his mouth, lips pressing to her, and started to suckle and tease the stiffening point.

 

[HookerBoots]

Amaya whimpered slightly at the feeling of his mouth on her breasts. It felt so good, and she'd missed his touch, his mouth, so much! "Oh, my Isamu," she whispered softly, "how I've longed for you."

He flushed a little, her praise making him feel awkward. No one had ever felt that way about him, but she . . . his mouth left her breasts with a soft sound. "Then show me," he said with a rough tone to his voice. "I've wanted your touch so much, Amaya, please."

She smiled a little shyly. "Of course, my love." Her hand reached down, stroking over his chest and down. His stomach was as firm and defined as she remembered, and she could feel his breath catch as her fingers crept closer to his cock. When her hand closed over the shaft of his manhood, he gasped, and she smiled. "God, this cock!" Amaya licked her lips. "How did I make it this long without it?"

He groaned, his head buried against her breasts. "I don't know, fucking hell, it feels amazing!" His hips moved forward a little, then back, fucking her hand slowly. It was the best feeling he'd had since the last time they were together, and he couldn't get enough. "God, please, Amaya, stroke me, make me feel . . . fuck, make me feel the way only you can!"

 

[Armphid]

Her answering chuckle made his cock throb and twitch in her hand and she looked down at him, stroking his hair with one hand, her green eyes bright. "I love hearing you say things like that," she purred.

Whatever he'd been about to say was lost as her small, soft, warm hand moved on his rod, pumping his prick with a smooth motion and a gentle but firm grip. "Hnnhh, fuck," he groaned. "Insane...just your hand, so good."

She smiled; enjoying watching and feeling his body respond to her this way. And from just her touch! He made her feel so sexy and so powerful when they were like this. "Mm-mm, imagine how it'll feel with it's my mouth," she pumped him again, starting a steady, rolling motion with her hand, "or maybe my tits wrapped around this big cock." The pink haired beauty licked her lips, "And when it's inside, Isamu. Your big, hard rod in my hot, tight little pussy."

"God damn," he groaned, the sound almost desperate. He was thinking about it now; the soft, plush flesh of her tits enveloping and rubbing his rod, her warm, wet mouth alive and eager on him, and fuck, her pussy...scorching hot, sopping wet, fitting like they were made to do so. "Just thinking about it..."

She cooed, feeling warm wetness on her fingers as his member oozed pre-cum, "I can feel what thinking about it does to you, naughty Isamu." She pulled her hand off of him and licked his pre from her fingers, "Missed this taste."

Isamu raised his head off of her breasts and grinned, "There's more, love, if that's what you want." He moved up to kiss her, "I know I want it."

"You do?" Her lips moved almost against his. "You want me to taste your pre? To taste your cock? Suck on it, lick it, get all of delicious hard meat that you give me?"

"Fuck," he growled. God, she was so fucking hot it was insane. She turned him on and turned the heat up so easy. "Yes, Amaya, and you want it too. I know you do."

She kissed him, her tongue licking his lips, "I fucking need it, Isamu. Come around the desk and feed me that cock."

 

[HookerBoots]

As Isamu moved around to the other end of the desk, Amaya smiled at him, licking her lips. "Yess, I can't wait to taste that cock," she breathed. Her hands roamed down to her breasts, kneading the soft, plush flesh as she shifted up the desk, letting her head drop over the side of the desk.

Isamu looked down at her, feeling his cock stiffen even more at the sight of her playing with her breasts as she waited for him to fuck her mouth. "God, love, you look so amazingly sexy," he breathed, stroking his free hand over her hair. He moved the pink strands away from her face before rubbing the slick head of his cock against her lips.

She opened her mouth almost immediately, giving him enough time to enjoy the feel of her lips against him before she swallowed the head of his cock. Her lips wrapped around it with a speed and hunger that shocked and gratified him. One of her hands went to hold the base of his shaft, the other slipped down to her pussy, sliding between the slippery folds. "Mmmmf!"

His head went back, eyes closed, as he felt the warm, wet paradise of her mouth around his cock head. "Unnnnm! Fucking hell!" His fingers found her breasts as well, massaging the generous orbs, fingers splayed. Slowly, he moved his hips forward, then back, feeding her his cock slowly at first. As her mouth welcomed him, Isamu moaned and began to move faster and faster. "God, Amaya, your mouth! Feels like fucking heaven!"

 

[Armphid]

He felt her lips curve in a smile, as much as could with them sealed around his shaft and a happy moan rippled through him from her lips, drawing an answering one from him. "God, Amaya, everything you do feels so good," he groaned.

Isamu's hips moved in a steady, set pace sliding his stiff shaft in and out of her hungry little mouth. The shaft glistened with her saliva as it left her and as he pushed carefully back in her tongue danced over his girth to add another level of delicious enjoyment to it. He gave her a bit more each time, delighting in the eager sucking of his love but worried about doing too much at once, choking her, or making her sick.

He needn't have worried. Amaya's fingers were busy in her pussy, matching the same pace he was fucking her face with as she frigged her swollen clit. She felt so sexy right now; and knowing he enjoyed it, knowing every movement of her tongue, every gasp and moan muffled by and transmitted to his cock drove him wild made her love it all the more. The psychological pleasure she got from sucking dick, and his dick more than any other, joined with the stimulation of her fingers on her clit and his hands on her jugs to drench her in sensual delight almost as thoroughly as he was now.

But he was taking too long. She wanted all of his cock in her.

Isamu gasped as one of Amaya's hands left her wet pussy, spreading her scent in the air as it moved, and reached back around him to grab his ass. "Amaya, is it too much, love? I can-hhuahhkk!" His words cut off as she shoved him forward and his rod buried itself in her throat; his head pushing past the back of her mouth and into the squeezing, working muscles of her throat. "Fuck! God damn, Amaya! You, hnn, you want it that, fuck, much?"

For answer she just squeezed his ass harder and pushed on it, her other hand working her clit even faster now.

He grinned, "A-all right, gorgeous. You want me to fuck your face, you got it." Isamu shifted his grip on her tits, squeezing harder and making sure to trap her nipples between his fingers and then pulled his cock out until only the head was trapped between her lips and then pushed all of it back into in one stroke, her nose buried in his sack. He moaned out as he started to pump his hips in shorter, faster strokes, each time driving to the hilt in her welcoming mouth.

Again, again, again, and again he plunged into her. He was still holding back, still didn't want to harm her, but he met her blazing passion with his own, their lusts melding as their bodies did. Over and over and over she readily devoured his dick as he force fed it to her. She squealed and wriggled a bit on the desk as she suddenly felt the balls against her face tense and tighten.

"Oh, fuck!" Isamu gasped. God, he was so close! "Baby, I'm gonna cum! Wh-where?" Her grip on his ass tightened and he grinned, "Fuck! You got it then, my pretty, perfect slut of a love! All this dick and alll my!" His breath hitched and he shoved himself deep into her throat again. "Cum!"

His hips bucked shallow and hard as he came; his load pumping up through his cock and shooting into her eager, waiting throat. She could feel it spattering her inside; hot, heavy, thick, oozing down towards her stomach. Her throat worked and squeezed his cock harder, making him moan again, and drawing out another rush of jizz as she swallowed to drink down his seed.

 

[HookerBoots]

As the last of Isamu's cum drained down her throat, Amaya moaned a little, loving the taste. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so turned on . . . that wasn't true, it was the last time they'd been together before everything had happened. But that seemed like forever ago, and he tasted, smelled, felt so amazing! Her hands loosened their grip on his ass, releasing him to pull out of her mouth.

As he stepped back, she sat up a little. "Mmm, fuck, baby," she cooed, "that was a lot of cum." Amaya ran one hand through her hair. "You taste amazing, as great as I remembered." Pushing herself up the rest of the way, Amaya licked her lips. "Now, my love, I think it's time that my pussy got some of your attention. Mouth, hands, or cock, love, your choice."

He moaned, his cock twitching as he looked at her. "Damn, Amaya. You . . . are amazing." He reached out and stroked her cheek, his hand sliding down to stroke her breasts. "Lay back down, my love, and I'll eat that sweet pussy for you."

She smiled, leaning back on the table and spreading her legs. "Oh, love, I can't wait to feel it. Your mouth is incredible." One hand reached between her thighs, spreading her smooth lips for him, exposing the wet, pink slit to his gaze.

"Oh, baby doll," he breathed as he moved. "I hope I can do you justice." Isamu knelt down between her legs, hands stroking her thighs as he took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. She smelled wonderful, musky and sweet and hot. He reached out with one hand, fingers stroking lightly over her pussy, feeling the heat, the wetness of her body. "God, you're so turned on already . . . I can't wait to taste this nasty little hole."

 

[Armphid]

Isamu pulled his fingers back and smelled them, as if her scent wasn't already filling his nose in the most wonderful and deliciously sinful way, and licked licked them to get just the hint of her taste that clung to them. God damn. That was...fantastic. He needed more. The half breed scooted closer and lowered his head to her sex, Amaya shivering as she felt his warm breath on her wetness. Then she let out a sharp gasp as his wet, hot tongue touched the bottom edge of her slit and then slid slowly up her sex, tracing the lines of her labia around her cunt.

Then he moaned and as he came to that first contact point again, he licked upwards, dragging his flattened tongue up and over her sweetness. He reversed the motion licking back down fully, then up again, back down, up once more, and again to the bottom. Each careful, reverent lick covered as much of her as his tongue could, spreading her taste over his whole tongue and filling his mouth with her juices. His hands slid up her legs to caress her thighs, rubbing and massaging the firm flesh.

The American looked up at his love, seeing her flushed cheeks, her massive tits rising and falling dramatically, her eyes happy and warm and he grinned. Then he speared his tongue into her channel; feeling the hot, slick, squishing flesh both yielding to and hugging the welcome invader. She gasped again and moaned, writhing a little on the desk. She looked down at him, watching his head moving between her legs. God, she loved his mouth! No other man she played with did this to her, and out of the girls he was still the best at it. Amaya half sat up to watch, one of her hands going to grab one of her magnificent breasts and tweaking the nipple. "Lick that hot little cunt, Isamu-kun. Oh, you make me feel so good! Lick, suck it, ahnn! Like no one else!"

He moaned into her pussy at that praise and that sinful, hot, dirty talk. Fuck, she made him feel incredible! Isamu tongue fucked her pussy, his head bobbing back and forth, pressing deep into her and as he pulled back, he twisted it about to rasp along her walls and taste her as fully as he could. Her gasps became more and more breathy and needy, her eyelids fluttering. Isamu pulled his tongue out of her and slid up to her clit, lashing the tip across the swollen nub before he took it into her lips and slurped and sucked on the pretty pearl.

 

[HookerBoots]

Amaya was writhing on the table, her head thrown back and moaning. "Oh, fucking hell!" she groaned, one hand groping her breasts. "Feels so amazing, Isamu-kun, so great at pleasing my pussy!"

He smiled as much as he could at her praise, loving her dirty talk, and knowing how he was making her feel. Isamu started moving his tongue even faster, humming as he slurped hungrily at her slit. She tasted so good, felt so hot and wet. It was blowing his mind, the way she always did, but almost better. It had been so long, and she . . . was responding faster, better, than he remembered.

With a cry that she barely managed to muffle, Amaya started to cum, her back arching as though she were an archer's bow. Her pussy started to gush hot, sweet cream all over his face, twitching and spasming as she almost screamed into her arm. Her hips bucked up into his face, grinding more pleasure, spreading her girlcum over his face.

As she lay back on the table, breasts heaving as she panted, Amaya looked down at him with an almost beatific smile. "Oh, Isamu . . . my love, you are so amazing . . . . God, I can't wait for you to fuck me, please, please, I need your hot, hard cock inside me."

 

[Armphid]

Isamu didn't answer at first, though her lust drenched plea to be fucked made his being throb with want. Instead he carefully licked over her pussy, down and along the sweet, hot entrance, up and over her lips. His licks were softer and lighter now, the auburn haired American cleaning her cunt of the vestiges of her climax.

He rose to his feet after a minute or so of cleaning her sex, licking his lips. "You taste so good, sweetheart. And I love hearing you cum, your cute little voice so hot and horny, it's wonderful."

The half-breed leaned down to run his hands along her smooth, supple legs to caress her thighs and then gently spread them, taking hold of them and pushing them up into a V before him. Isamu lowered himself and rubbed his hardness over her pussy; both of them groaning at the delicious teasing, pleasure jolting through them with each press of flesh to flesh.

She reached down to grab his dick and push it into position, her emerald eyes looking up at him, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted. He grinned at her and then his eyes closed, his breath hissing out of him as he pushed forward and sank into the hot glory of her cunt.

Hell, she felt so much better than he remembered! So hot and slick, and just the right tension, gripping and squeezing him as he pushed himself surely into her, inch after inch filling her emptiness until his balls pressed against her ass. "God," he gasped with a smile, "Amaya, you're so good, such a perfect lover. Nothing, no one, feels as good as this, or ever has."

He grunted and pulled back slowly, a sweet torture, all the way out and then back in again with the same deliberate pace. He wanted them both to remember this for the next hundred years; he wanted this fuck to be the best they'd shared yet. Again and again, he sawed his hardness in and out of her with that steady, unhurried rhythm.

 

[HookerBoots]

The feel of him sliding into her was amazing; better than she'd remembered it being. Amaya was moaning and whimpering, her hands clenching as they rested on Isamu's shoulders. "Gooooodd," she groaned, her lips curving in a sensual, sexy smile. "Can't believe it, feels like fucking heaven, Isamu!" She could feel his cock spreading her open like no other dick she'd ever had, rubbing every part of her in the best way.

The slow, deliberate strokes he was using were driving her mad with desire and the gradual build-up of heat and pleasure between her legs. "Best damn cock . . . can't believe how lucky I am," she breathed, looking up into his face with lust and love. It didn't matter how many other people there were, this was the most amazing, most incredible thing she'd ever know. "So amazing, so wonderful, I can't wait to feel you pound me!" But she was happy now, just for the slow, steady pace he was setting - there was no reason to run ahead until both of them needed to.

Licking her lips, Amaya arched her back a little, trying to get more of his shaft inside of her with each thrust. She wanted it all, and even when she could feel his balls pressing against her, she still wanted more of his cock. "Love, can't tell you how much I love having you fuck me!" Amaya gasped, her toes curling as her legs bent to wrap around his waist. His steady motions were making her body tingle, her pussy get even wetter than it had been as Isamu thrust in and out of her. "Please, Isamu, give it to me harder!"

 

[Armphid]

Fuck, it was torture. The best, sweetest, most sinfully delicious torture he'd ever faced to just keep relentlessly driving his manhood into her to the hilt and then pulling back to the tip and in again over and over and over with the same steady pace.

Her cries and happy, lust drenched dirty talk made him smile and his cock throb within her. Her voice was always so sweet and though he knew well just how sexual and naughty his love was, it always sounded innocent and naive. To hear her talking in such depraved terms, praising his dick and his fucking, hoping and asking for more, harder, faster sex was a heady thing for the American-born shinigami.

He let out a chuckling growl as her legs wriggled free of his grasp to tighten about his waist and pull him into her; restricting how much of his rod he could remove from her molten heaven. "Ara, and here I was just going to keep going like that, torture you to your first orgasm, but Amaya-chan's greedy for more."

Isamu leaned forward, his palms landing on either side of her body, just brushing the sides of her mammoth, heaving jugs. "It's a good thing, Amaya baby, that I was about at my limit of holding back from fucking your hot, tight, sweet, dick loving little box the way you love it."

He swung his hips forward hard; drilling deep into Amaya's core and making them both gasp, her body rocking, tits jiggling. Isamu's smile was fierce and he let out another throaty growl as he started to do just as she asked. His hips swung back and forth as her constricting legs allowed; sliding and slamming his cock into her perfect sex with strong, fast, feral strokes. "God! Hot fucking perfect fuck slut love!" He was sure he wasn't making sense, but he also didn't particularly care, pounding away at her with joyous, savage, passionate abandon in answer to her need.

 

[HookerBoots]

Groaning in delight as Isamu started to fuck her harder and faster, Amaya wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes! God, yes, that's amazing fuck my hot little slut cunt!" She had already started moving her hips to meet his, trying to get as much of that amazing, thick meat inside of her as possible. It was incredible how great he felt inside of her, as though they were made to fuck each other.

He started to move faster and faster, and her eyes fluttered closed. "Guh! Fuck, love, I'm gonna . . . ahhhHHHHHH!" Her words trailed off into a squeal of pleasure, her body throbbing around her lover's cock as she came. Her body trembled around him and in his arms, liquid gushing around Isamu's cock as Amaya creamed on his cock, swearing and moaning like a whore.

He chuckled into her neck as he held himself back, keeping up the pace that he'd set but not letting himself go wild. "Oh, goooooood girl," he breathed, nipping her ear lightly. "Do that again and I've got a treat for your nasty, hot little slit."

As she came down from her climax, she looked at him, face slick with sweat and bright with orgiastic bliss. "Promise?" she panted, her eyes gleaming.

"Mmmmm-hmm." Isamu thrust into her faster now, plowing into her welcoming pussy. "I promise."

 

[Armphid]

"Oh, I can't wait!" Amaya's eyes were bright with love and lust in equal measure, her perfect dick sucking lips parted and her breathing heavy and soaked in pleasure. "Fuck, I can't wait to get my reward! I'll be so good, such a good girl, a good fuck for you, my Isamu, I want my hot, creamy reward sooo much!"

Fuck, she was so hot. Body, mind, and soul in ultimate sexual union and she knew how to turn the heat up on him like no one else. Isamu pounded her hard and fast, just as she'd begged to, grunting and gritting his teeth. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Give it to her, just like she wants, just don't cum! Not yet!

The American suddenly shifted his grip on her, releasing her body and then moving his hands to slid under her thighs and against her ass. He lifted her up off the desk, making her squeal and kick her legs for a moment before she again locked them tightly around his waist.

Isamu spread his feet wide apart, holding her upright, his hips bucking up into her just as fast, letting gravity add to the force of each deep, spearing thrust of his cock. "God damn, Amaya baby! You're the perfect fuck! How, nnn, you don't have to fight guys off all the time, fuck! It's a God damn mystery! Any, hhnn, guy would get addicted to you, from one fuck!"

"I am," he growled into her neck, kissing it and nipping a bit harder than he had before. "God, I need to fuck you so bad. Need you to live, I swear to all that's holy." His arms moved, lifting her and then dropping her, impaling his pink haired, busty love over and over and over again on his proud thickness.

 

[HookerBoots]

The thought of his cumming inside of her, the feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of her body made her pussy gush. Amaya groaned and arched her back, hands massaging her breasts. "Fucking hell, love! I can't believe how good you feel, hot, hard meat fucking my dirty little hole!" She bit her lower lip, groaning as she came around his cock.

Her whole body trembled, and she could feel her cunt throbbing, gripping his cock intensely. "Goddddd! Oh hell, fucking hell, dammmmmit!" she cried, tried so hard to keep herself quiet, but unable to do much more than keep from screaming. Her legs were trembling, her breathing labored. "Fuck! God, I want you to fill me up, love, pump my pussy full of that hot, sticky seed!"

 

[Armphid]

His grin was wolfish and triumphant as she cried out her pleasure and began to quake and tremble in his arms. She could be heard screaming throughout the building, he was sure...if they hadn't put a kidou on the room before coming in. And Ikkaku thought kidou had no use.

Isamu kept thrusting up into her, trying to prolong her squealing, bucking orgasm as he speared again and again and again into her pink heaven. Fuck, she felt so good! God, her cumming on him was incredible! Almost too much!

But not yet.

He suddenly drew his hips back and lifted her up with his arms, pulling his pussy slickened rod out of her completely. The expression on her face was priceless; lust drenched joy turned to befuddled shock. Isamu squeezed her ass hard in his hands, "Not so easy, my pretty shinigami slut. You've got to earn my cum."

Isamu set her down on the floor and turned her to face away from him, pushing his body against hers to bend her forward over her own desk. He grabbed her hands and pulled them back, keeping her bent forward as he rubbed his cock, still wet with her pussy's glory, over and in between her pert ass cheeks. He wanted to tease her more and above all give her one more glorious screaming orgasm before he blew his load into her. "Ask me to fuck you, Amaya-fukutaichou. Ask me to bend you over your work desk and give you the plowing you need."

 

[HookerBoots]

Amaya bit her lower lip, trying not to cry out in want and delight. God, that felt so amazing! "Please," she gasped, "Isamu-kun, please . . . bend me over the work desk. Fuck me like the slut I am, take my pussy and fucking wreck it!" She pressed her hips back against him, feeling his cock press against her again.

He laughed softly, warm and pulling his hips back to keep from plunging into her too soon. "Good little slut, such an eager little whore!" Isamu's face was covered in sweat, hot with lust and hunger for her. His hand released her wrists, letting her shift forward and push her hips backwards. With a wild, triumphant grin, Isamu pushed forward and met her halfway, shaft filling and spreading her pussy wide.

Both of them let out a strangled cry, eyes half-closing in the moment of their joining again. "Fucking hell," she breathed, almost freezing as she felt him bottom out inside of her. "Yeeee-es, god, that feels so amazing! Please, love, my amazingly sexy, big-cocked love, fuck me hard!"

"Oh, you bet I will," he growled, reaching forward and grabbing a handful of her generous breasts. "Hot little slut, I'm going fuck this hole until you cream for me, and then I'll fill you up to the brim with jizz!" There wasn't even a moment's pause before he started to move, fucking her hot little pussy as fast as she could, giving her as much as she could handle from the first moment.

 

[Armphid]

God damn was he ever glad they put up that silencing kidou on the room. If not, the whole damn compound and everyone in it would hear them! Which was a sexy thought but would be extremely bad for their careers; such a violation of decorum!

But it was in place, so they could shout and yell to their heart's content. And he wanted to make her scream herself hoarse if he could. "God damn! So fucking good, Amaya baby!" His hands mauled her huge, soft, majestic jugs as he fucked her; pulling her back by them even as his fingers squeezed. "As many dicks as you've taken, as many times as I've fucked this naughty little hole, and it's still such a tight, hot little heaven!"

Her initial reply was lost in a cry as he rotated his hips while driving into her, changing up his motion and stretching and deliciously scraping her insides in a new way. What a lover! "C-cause it's made, ahh, made for fucking! Made for cock, your cock above all, nnn, others! Ahh, love it, love you pounding me, fucking me hard and deep and fast like I need, like I deserve!"

"Like the slut you are, Amaya baby," he answered. Fuck. Fuck, she was so hot. God, he felt like he was made of sexual energy, like it was filling him up as he filled her, more and more of it pumping into him with each furious and frenzied thrust of his cock. "Prove you're a good slut, my sexy little fukutaichou. Cum on my cock again! Cream on a dick like a bitch in heat!"

He slammed in again, rocking his hips from side to side and then rotating her hips in a rough circle, stirring her up with his rod. More. He needed to give her more, needed to show her, show him, he was a good lover. Her greatest lover, even after his injury, more so than pale and passionless Byakuya Kuchiki could ever be.

He didn't wait for her climax to end before he threw them back to land on the floor, Isamu on his back beneath her. The American still held her tits and pulled her roughly down, arching his back and bucking his hips to spear up into her as deeply as he could, "Ride it, Amaya baby! Bounce on my cock and make me believe you can't get enough of it."

 

[HookerBoots]

"Easy," she gasped, "since I can't get enough of it at all!" Her eyes were glazed, half-closed with the aftermath of her climax and the hunger for him. "God, feels like heaven, having your cock inside me!" No question, she'd missed this feeling more than she'd ever imagined she could miss something. He felt better, more right, inside of her, than anything she'd ever dreamed of. And she was so hot, wet, wanted him so much!

Isamu grunted as she bounced on his cock, feeling her tightness still shivering in delight around him. "Fucking hell, beautiful! God, I know you love it, know you can't get enough!" It made him feel amazing, powerful, to know that she really did seem to want him this much. "Once more, love, cum for me again, and you'll get the best I've got!"

Amaya cooed, leaning forward to kiss him firmly, pressing her breasts against his chest. "Please, Isamu-kun, give it to me! I want . . . I need, fucking hell, I need you to fill me up!" She ground her hips against his, rubbing his cock against every part of her pussy. "So good, best cock in the world," she panted, feeling her body start to tense again at the feel of him spreading her open.

 

[Armphid]

Isamu didn't answer her at first, focused instead on holding himself, on keeping from cumming. Fuck, he wanted so, so, SO badly to just explode inside her and let the massive orgasm that was waiting from his continuous ramping up and then ramping back down blow his mind.

But not yet. Not until she came again.

The auburn haired young man's hands seized her ass and squeezed hard, jerking her down with as much force as he dared use, impaling her on his hardness as deep as he could go. "Then cum!" His head snapped forward and he caught a nipple on one of her bountiful, bouncing breasts in his teeth; not biting but just letting their movement brush and rub it to give her even more.

Amaya's back arched backwards and then she rocked forward, her mouth opening in a strangled scream that she buried in his shoulder to muffle. Her hands splayed and clawed at his chest before they found his biceps, gripping them hard, nails digging into skin enough to scratch, her toes curled so hard she thought they might just snap off as she came again. White hot, searing, mind destroying sensation rippled through her like the waves of a tropical tsunami; battering and engulfing every fibre and nerve of her being with pleasure.

Her pussy clenched down on him with enough strength he thought his cock might burst. And in a way, he did, the feeling of her final climax too much to resist. His balls spasmed and churned and his cock swelled in her to fire gouts of thick, sticky, hot, heavy cum into her deepest core. His hips bucked again and again and again as he snarled with joy, feeling as if he was cumming his entirety into her womb. Cum sputtered and spurted out where they came together, spattering her thighs and his stomach with droplets of what could not fit within her.

They fell still locked together, limp and drenched in sweat and each other's fluids. For several minutes, neither moved but to breathe and the sound of panting, ragged, rough, exultant breathing was the only sound to be heard in the room.

Isamu lifted a hand to stroke her hair, his love making a happy, contented sound. Soon they should have a more romantic night and make love, sweet and slow and sensual. But this...he'd needed this. The sex, sure, but more the affirmation of their feelings, her feelings. "With that...I think I'm fully...recovered."

"Good. Any...more recovered...and I think you'd...break my hips..."

*************​

The Hollow roared as Isamu leaped away from it. The beast was a long, almost centipedal thing with many quick, chitinous legs and an equal number of chalk-white grasping arms along it's segmented sides, the head almost like that of a toothy frog. It shook itself and bellowed again as it tried to put weight on a half-dozen legs that were no more, shattered apart by the power of the shinigami's strike.

The auburn haired warrior was smiling, "You're a strong one, monster. But this will end tonight; you're not eating another soul!" He lifted Hitoshirezu Daimyo high and set his feet, but before he could strike, there was a spike of reiatsu and a blur of motion. "Tousen-taichou!"

The dark skinned captain wore a pair of large, bug-eyed orange sunglasses over his sightless eyes, his long corn row braids gathered up by a clasp that resembled hands joined in prayer. He was wearing a thinner haori than he often did, more of the black, sleeveless shihakusho beneath, exposing his sleekly muscular arms, a braid of red rope coiled about the shoulder and bicep of his right arm. "Takeuchi-san, I sensed you in battle."

"Hai." Isamu gestured at the Hollow, which was not attacking, trying to take stock of what the appearance of this new and spiritually powerful entity meant. "This is the thing that's been attacking the lower districts for the last few weeks."

"You did well to track it down. But your fight is taking too long." Tousen slid his zanpaku-to from his sheath, "Remember, the way of justice is the path with the least violence and bloodshed. Cry, Suzumushi."

There was a vibrating ring, clear and high, and an almost visible ripple of power swept out from where the captain stood. It washed over the Hollow which twitched and writhed and then fell into a heap unconscious.

Isamu frowned as he lowered his weapon, watching his superior calmly walk up to the Hollow and stab it through the mask as it lay helpless. Even with a Hollow, fighting like that felt...dirty. "Thank you for your help, taichou, but I had it. I could have killed it on my own."

"You should have already," Tousen said calmly. He returned his sword to the sheathe, resealing it as he did so. He was backlit by the body of the monster dispersing into reishi. "You are strong enough but you held back. Perhaps to savor the fight? I know that you enjoy battle for it's own sake."

Isamu blinked. What the hell was this all of a sudden? "Tousen-taichou...that's not entirely true. I never fight for no reason. It's not an end in and of itself to me."

"But you did not end this fight as quickly as you could," the blind man said with gentle assertiveness. "You are skilled enough in bakudo that you could have used a spell and then struck it down. Instead, you fought." he gestured around at the damage to the area, "And from your fighting came this."

Isamu looked around. A few merchant stalls had been flattened and there was damage to a few of the surrounding homes as well. "I...I just didn't think to do that..."

Tousen nodded. "It is not your nature. I do not blame you, though it is unfortunate that you cannot fully rise above your violent heart." He walked past Isamu, "I think no less of you, Takeuchi-san, and I know that you do yearn for justice. But what is justice to you and what it is to me...may not be the same. A time may be soon coming when our paths will part."

***********​

"Come forth!" Isamu was standing, holding his sheathed sword horizontally in both hands before him. He was in a clean and lovely rock garden; his booted feet making the gravel underfoot crackle slightly as he shifted his weight. "I said come forth, damn it!"

"That's not going to work." Toshiro Hitsugaya was seated indian-style on a boulder not far away, his own weapon laid across his lap. The boy captain's ice blue eyes took in the half-breed, not just seeing but sensing him physically. "You're closer than I'd thought you'd ever get, to be honest, but you're not doing as well as last time."

The American sighed and grimaced, sliding his sword back into the sash at his waist. "I've had a few discussions with my captain. I think he'd going to transfer me or something soon; he says that I'm too much of a fighter for Squad 9, that I don't see justice the way he does."

The short youth tipped his head back, "He said that, eh? Well, he's right as far as it goes." He couldn't see Isamu glaring at him. "Even the people in his Squad who are strong and train, like Hisagi, don't do as much as you do. And they don't enjoy fighting, they see it as a painful necessity."

Isamu hated that Hitsugaya was right. That was how the squad looked at it. Their duties were the cultural heritage of the Seireitei, publishing the paper, and in theory, security for the Seireitei as well. But as the last duty was a shared one, they tended to focus on the other two far more. It wasn't that Squad 9 was weak or lazy; battle training just wasn't their focus. The captain said he'd take care of any fights they needed to have in the least bloody way. "I see. Well, maybe-"

"I don't have any place for you in Squad 10, so don't ask. I think you'd be better off in 11 with the other bruisers," Hitsugaya said with a shrug as he rose, slinging his sword back over his shoulder. "But you use kidou too...hm. Maybe ask Abarai. He's going to Squad 6, you know, despite being a musclehead. Maybe Kuchiki will take you too."

The Eurasian snorted, "I don't need kindness from the great and noble house of Kuchiki." Either of them. "Thank you for today, Hitsugaya-taichou."

The white haired boy nodded and then paused. "Takeuchi. There's something I'd like you to do for me." Isamu looked at him and nodded. "I'd like you to talk to Kuragari for me. I think she could benefit from the training we're doing as well, probably more than you. Let her know I want to talk to her about arranging sessions."

Isamu couldn't help but grin. "Ara, you want Kuragari-chan around more, huh? It's making me misty, you've grown up so fast!"

"That's not what I mean! And you should call her Kuragari-fukutaichou!" Hitsugaya crossed his arms over his chest and turned away with a scarlet blush on his cheeks, "Just deliver the message!"

"Hai, hai, sure thing."

"Ah, Taichou, there you are!" Tall and ridiculously buxom Matsumoto was standing at the raised deck around the garden. "There's some forms that need your signature, and-" She blinked and then put on a forced smile, "Takeuchi-kun, how nice to see you too."

"Ran-san, you're looking good." Isamu quirked an eyebrow. "You know, I haven't seen you much lately. Almost like you were avoiding me. Maybe so you wouldn't have to give me my money?"

"Come on, Hitsugaya-taichou!" Rangiku was at the boy's side, grabbing his arm and pulling him along. "We've got lots of work to do, don't we? Bye, Takeuchi-kun!"

"Matsumoto, you don't need to pull! And since when do you care about work so much?"

Isamu watched the busty redhead drag her surprised captain out of sight. "...This isn't over, Ran-san," he called after them.

*********​

"He might be right."

"Hn?" Hisagi opened one eye a bit wider and glanced over at Isamu Takeuchi. The two officers were in the Seireitei Communication offices. Isamu had dropped off his latest column and then stayed to help with the layout a little. "What do you mean?"

"You know the conversations the captain and I have been having lately," Isamu answered. "And you know, now that I think about it...I've seen you train, I've even sparred with you a handful of times, but I've never seen you release your zanpakuto..."

Hisagi sighed, "You know that without special training exemptions or an outright threat, it is a crime to release your sword without permission." The lieutenant grimaced, "And I know we have exemptions for training purposes but...you're right. And you won't ever see it, I hope. I don't like it. It's too dangerous for a weapon of justice, as I and the captain see it."

The American felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. "Is that so?" And just when he thought that he'd really become part of Squad 9.

 

[HookerBoots]

"Really, Kisuke, I think you're being too obvious." The black cat was lounging on the top of one of the shelves of merchandise. "The boy isn't stupid, he'll start to wonder what's going on."

The man in the striped hat lifted the brim of said hat with the handle of his cane. "Yoruichi-san, you wound me! You think I can't be subtle?" He grinned up at the cat, then dropped the brim so that it shadowed his eyes again. "Besides, I'm just watching out for him. Like any good godfather would do." He hefted the sack over his shoulder and motioned towards the door. "Come on, you're part of it now."

Heaving a heavy sigh, the cat leapt lightly down from the shelf. "You should at least give him fruit or something, that candy will rot his teeth." The sleek black tail flicked the bag as the cat stalked past.

"But candy is what I have!" They paced out the door and into the bright sunlight. "I think you're just upset that it means you can't eat the candy I give him."

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Amaya blinked at the piece of paper on her desk. "Ara! This is . . ." she stood up, brushing a hand over her hair. This would be great if it were true, but . . . . The pink-haired lieutenant strode from her office towards her captain's office.

"Ukitake-taicho," she said, pushing the door open. "I'm sorry for barging in, but . . . ." She trailed off, seeing the white-haired man sitting behind his desk, eyes closed and clearly deep in meditation.

His eyes opened slowly, a beatific smile on his face. "Ahh, good afternoon, Kuragari-san. What can I help you with?"

Awkward now, she settled in front of his desk. "Gomen nasai, taicho, I didn't mean to disturb your . . . um, personal time? But I saw this and wanted to make sure that it wasn't delivered to us in error." She handed over the paper, and waited, anxious, as he read it.

"No, this seems in order," Ukitake said, handing it back. "We have a space open, and Takeuchi-san is certainly capable." He smiled at her. "I would think you'd be delighted - the two of you are good friends, after all."

Her lips curved in a small smile. "I am pleased, but I though that Tousen-taicho was happy with him in the squad."

Ukitake nodded once. "Yes, well, they were very happy, but it turns out that Takeuchi-san is just a little . . . too invested in fighting than Tousen-taicho might feel comfortable with. So I was more than happy to take a talented young man off his hands."

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"Rukia-chan, come on!" Amaya waited impatiently outside the brunette's door, one hand on her hip. "We need to get going, I'm starving!"

From inside, but close to the door, Rukia's voice came. "I'm not feeling very well, Kuragari-fukutaicho. I'd really rather stay here tonight, if it's all the same."

Emerald-green eyes narrowed. "Kuchiki-san, don't kid a kidder. You're obviously standing near the door in the hopes that your pleading will make me change my mind, but not really believing it will. It won't. If I have to order you, I will." Amaya rolled her eyes - it had been like pulling teeth to even get a reluctant agreement from Rukia about going out for dinner tonight, and now this.

There was a sigh from the other side of the door, and it slid open. "All right, but I'm really not feeling up to this." Rukia kept her eyes pointed down, a serious, sober expression on her delicate face. "I'm sorry, I won't really be good company for you, fukutaicho."

Amaya laced one arm through Rukia's with a bright, only partly feigned, smile. "It'll be fine, Rukia-chan. And again, you don't have to call me 'fukutaicho'! We were friends long before I got promoted."

She also had learned why Rukia hadn't been promoted. She wasn't feeling very well-disposed towards Byakuya Kuchiki at the moment, not in the least. Stifling Rukia's potential just to 'keep her safe'! Bah! She hadn't been kept any safer as an unseated member of the squad than she would have been seated, and that was the truth.

Kaien-dono hadn't been able to persuade the man to relent, but . . . well, she did have unique leverage. Perhaps something could get done.

They chatted about mostly inconsequential things - well, Amaya did. Rukia responded in monosyllables, and only that when not saying anything would be disrespectful. In short order, the two girls had made their way to the second-best noodle restaurant in rukongai.

"I reserved a special room," Amaya was saying, tugging Rukia along with a wave to the owner. "It'll be great!"

She whipped open the door and backed in, pulling Rukia along. When the other girl was inside, Amaya turned and shut the door, leaving the occupant of the room looking at them in surprise. "Ara! Do you two have any idea how hard this was to get set up?" Amaya asked, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Isamu and Rukia stared at each other, and slowly, a flush of embarrassment spread over each of their faces. Rukia turned to Amaya and said stiffly, "Kuragari-fukutaicho, I do not feel at all well. With your permission, I would like to return to the barracks."

"Permission denied. Sit down, Kuchiki-san. It's time you two made up, now that Isamu-kun will be joining Squad 13."

 

[Armphid]

Isamu had been starting to get a little impatient. Normally he and Amaya would meet up and then go to dinner together, even if they were meeting other people there. But Amaya's said she'd meet him at the restaurant tonight so he'd gotten here a little early and been shown to the back room. And he'd been waiting. And waiting.

It was a good thing he was drinking tea; if it was sake, he'd be well on his way to drunk by the time Amaya got here.

The door slid open and he saw her and smiled; his annoyance at the wait almost completely evaporating. God damn, she looked so good; how could he stay man, and when she smiled like that, it was-

Rukia Kuchiki was then dragged into the room and the sound of Amaya closing the door behind her was not that of a wood and paper screen but of a heavy iron portcullis.

He stared at the petite girl in shock and then his gaze hardened, even as his cheeks grew red. Isamu snorted as Rukia tried to plead off and was about to say something caustic when Amaya mentioned her reasoning for forcing the two of them together.

He and Rukia had identically startled looks and chorused, "What did you say?"

Amaya smiled sunnily and grabbed the stunned Rukia by the shoulders and steered her to the seat across from Isamu before pushing her much smaller girl down onto the cushion there. "It'll be official in a week, Rukia-san. Isamu-kun will be joining us as Third Seat, so we'll see him every day. And since we'd see him everyday, I thought it was time that you two remembered that you were friends." And even more, at one point, but that recovery might be longer in the offing. Hell, she and Rukia hadn't even kissed or made out or anything since her promotion.

Rukia was blushing brighter and her large eyes were wide, making them seem even more huge than normal. "Takeuchi-san will be Third Seat?" She blinked. That was Miyako-san's Seat! They couldn't just replace her like that! But even in her own mind, the outrage lacked luster and real fire. Instead there was just a sick feeling and a deep regret that another change was being made, and vaguely under it a feeling of shame that she felt no happiness at all at either of their recent elevations despite all that they had done for her.

Amaya nodded as she sat down next to Rukia, "That's right, he'll be directly under me." The old Rukia would have at least snickered, even if she blushed, and made a joke. That was part of the reason she'd said it, to try and bait her out.

Rukia just shook her head a little, "It seems so rushed." It had only been two years! "And surely Koutetsu-san and Kotsubaki-san could be promoted from within."

Isamu all but snarled, "Right, got to keep the Squad pure, right Kuchiki-sama? I know what you and your brother think of gaijin." That little bitch!

There was a flash in Rukia's eyes and she drew herself up, a retort forming on her lips and then there was a faint but audible 'thunk' as Amaya set her tea cup down with gentle firmness. "It's hard to talk when emotions are running hot. Why won't you both drink some tea for a minute and relax?"

"He insulted-

"She-

"Why," Amaya's eyes were narrowed and her smile was a toothless, tight, sweet expression that seemed to stretch wider across her face and her voice was light and clear and softer than before, "don't you both drink some tea?"

Isamu and Rukia both paled and picked up their cups, busily drinking. The half-breed shivered, thinking that Amaya had learned way too much from Captain Unohana and Miyako. Rukia vaguely wondered if she should be paying more attention at the few meetings of the Women's Shinigami Association that she actually attended...that was a formidable skill.

As they set their cups down, Amaya poured them both another cup. They drank that and another was poured. Isamu sighed, "If your master plan is to fill me with tea until I have to excuse myself to go pee, Amaya-chan, it's working."

The corners of Rukia's mouth twitched slightly but she said nothing. Amaya felt heartened, however, that was far from a bad sign. "Now. I think that-"

"You know, I'm just going to get this out of the way," Isamu cut in. He'd pay for this later, perhaps, but he was tired of being manipulated. Even if it was for good reasons by someone who cared about him. "Look, Kuchiki...Rukia-san. The last time we talked, I pushed you on things that might not have been my business. I wanted to make you feel better. I care about you, you know?"

God, that sounded so lame. Isamu fidgeted and ran a hand through his hair...huh, it was a little past his shoulders now. When had it gotten that long?

"But when you snapped, I blew up and that didn't help. I don't think what you said was all right, and we'll talk about that someday too, but I'm guessing this isn't the day to do that...and I felt slighted that I'd almost died and you hadn't come to see me." He blushed at that, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. "But whatever the reason, it didn't help, and it was out of line."

It was as close to an apology as she or Amaya was going to get. "I still care and I still want to be your friend. That's all I've got to say about it." He leaned back against the wall and folded his arms over his chest, "From here, it's up to you. Make of that what you will."